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Seven

Step by step by your side
a wholesome journey, a joyous ride

Quite apart in our ways,
We've traipsed yet so far
with more ayes than nays

Together we walk the beaten path,
crossing each milestone and some more
doubling happiness as we go
did we calculate the math?

Not without a thorn
thrown callously now and then
to test our grit, perhaps 
or to let us thank the stars
that despite all, we have 'us'

Seven is the year,
Ah! the proverbial itch, do I hear?
I'd rather choose to remember
the seven sacred steps around the fire,
and, hum the song of our life,
Say, aren't the notes too seven in there? 



*An attempt, yet again, to commemorate our anniversary-yes, it's the 7th this year.*

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  1. what?! Really? Wasn't it 2 months back that I wished u a happy anniversary? :O :O Happy Anniversary girl! and a lovely poem too... wish I could compose like you! :) hugggs!

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  2. haha..yes, seven..:-)
    maybe you wished me on my b'day..but that was also 6 months ago ;-)
    Thanks a lot, Purnima!!! hugggs :-))))

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  3. loved it....:)



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  4. Suppperrrr Uma!!!! too good

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  5. Happy Anniversary Uma!!!
    That was a lovely poem :)

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  6. lovely thoughts and put well in words! You know that you always re-inspire the writer in me na?

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    1. Thanks so much, Aps. You should write, you know that, no?

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  7. Happpyyy Anniversary!! and the 7 year itch begins?? Or maybe not! Wish you guys loads of happy ones ahead :) Catching up on my blog reading!

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    1. Simran!!! so nice to have you here after loong :-)
      Thanks a lot for the wishes..and ahem on the 7 year itch..:-)

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  8. Great poem Uma! And belated anniversary wishes!

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  9. Sweet....Belated Anniversary...may you celebrate many more years of togetherness...:)

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  10. Congratulations Uma! That was a beautiful piece of poetry! :-)

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  11. Lovely poem. Happy Anniversary Uma! Mine is in March too:)

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    1. Hey thanks, Vibha and when is yours???

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  12. Belated Anniversary wishes Uma! And may your marriage be filled with all those happy sevens always :)

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